The "hero's" brown eyes darted to the massive owl, then back to Huda.
Those questions...
'Emotions are confusing.'
He didn't know the answer to them.
Zafar didn't say a word to her, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes.
Huda, though, didn't leave him or the others guessing for long.
"I'm sure you all realized this already, but I'm here to get my big brother out of those damn chains."
She pointed at the throne behind the projection where his body sat.
He looked the same as he did for all those years, minus the chains, of course.
"I'm going to save him from execution, no matter the cost."
Her tone was almost matter-of-fact.
'Of course...'
Zafar's jaw tightened.
'A rebellion. An insurrection against me, the soon-to-be Sultan.'
And her first ally in this war?
That towering, bright-eyed owl perched like a guardian behind her.